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He stood on the edge of the radio mast, over a hundred stories from the ground. He'd spent the last six hours calculating the math perfectly, he had a barometer, and an anemometer to measure the wind speed in case he had to delay his plans by a few minutes.

It had been seven years since he'd first encountered the genie. He was a fan of urban exploration and had been in an abandoned tunnel below the loop in Chicago. His foot had kicked a small brass object and it had clattered up next to an old conveyor belt. He'd rubbed some coal dust off with his sleeve and the next thing he knew a small Arabian man was sharing the tunnel with him.

He'd been thrilled at first, but this wasn't an "Aladdin" genie. It had looked at him level and told him that for the rest of his life a song would follow him. He had no choice about that, however he could choose the song.

Without thinking he'd said "uh, Beethoven's ninth I guess?"

And one fateful word had sealed his future: "Done"

With a poof of smoke the genie had vanished, and the music began. Every day when he awoke, the music began. Sleep was his only respite, and eventually even his dreams were infested by what was once the most glorious sound he'd ever heard.

He surveyed the cold Minnesota plains and forest before him, the sun was about to rise. He was going to give himself a send-off appropriate for the music that had haunted him since that day in 2008.

A yellow beam, brighter than a laser flashed over the horizon. The clouds exploded with a creamsicle orange glow, the tips of trees flashed into existence. Moment by moment the sunrise raced towards him. As the blanket of day passed a tree in the distance with a large red flag tied to it, he knew it was time.

As he stepped off the platform a small arabian man appeared in mid-air infront of him. Everything paused, and he floated there in the winter air staring at this shirtless apparition.

"You know" the genie began, "I always knew it would end this way, and I feel guilty. So I'll give you a choice: I'll turn the music off, but first I want you to float here infront of me and listen to the song one more time. Or I can leave it on and you can complete your suicidal endeavor"

His clothes fluttered behind him as he fell, the symphony reaching its crescendo as he struck the ground like a bullet, just on the edge of sunrise.

This idea was a hilarious skit on SNL in the 90s, featuring Willem Dafoe. It's set in an office and Dafoe gets a Hall and Oates song implanted in his brain. It starts off great and cheery, but he slowly degrades into madness.